The call was hung up.
As Louis Snyder held the icy phone in his hand, gazing at the dark and deserted street in front of him, a gust of cold wind blew, messing up disheveled strands of hair hanging on his forehead.
Nevertheless, it was his heart that felt utterly cold.
The icy chill radiated from his heart, traveled through his blood vessels to his limbs and bones, sucking out his strength and leaving only a sense of bitter coldness.
A self-mocking and sarcastic sneer played on the corners of his lips.
He had hoped that his recent efforts would have made Tiffany show some sympathy and concern towards him. After all was said and done, he wasn't able to compete with the man, George River.
He could not compete with the George River, who had already betrayed the feelings that they once shared.
For a moment he felt lost, staring at the surrounding streets, none of which really felt like home to him.
